Anon is there for Kris [5/9/20]

The bedroom was pitch dark - all the lights off, all the shades drawn. A human figure lay motionless in the bed, buried under several layers of covers. You checked your watch - 3:45 p.m.

"Kris? I was thinking about making some hot chocolate. The really good stuff! What do you think about that?"

There was no answer.

You slowly approached the bed, then sat on the side, a few feet from the figure under the covers. You briefly considered pulling the covers away, but stopped yourself. Instead, you let out a small sigh, looking down at your feet.

"Kris... I just want you to know, I care a lot about you."

Still no answer. Aside from the human boy's quiet breathing, the room was completely silent. You glanced back at the figure under the covers, watching his chest rise and fall.

"I... I know I can't really understand what you're going through, Kris. I know it's really hard for you just to get out of bed right now. But... I promise I'll be here for you, no matter what. And I won't leave your side until you get through this."

The figure shuddered, the covers shifting slightly. Listening closely, you could hear the faint sound of sniffling. You reached out, placing a hand on the figure's leg. You doubted he could feel it under all those covers, but it was the thought that counted.

"Do you want to talk about anything?"

The figure under the covers slowly shook their head - no. You decided not to pry any further.

"Well... okay. If you ever need to talk about anything, though, I'll be right here. I promise."

You took one last look at the buried figure, lying motionless in bed. Then, you rose and left the room.

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You returned to the room about an hour later, the door slowly creaking open. The figure remained still, but quiet snoring now emanated from under the covers.

Moving furtively, you again approached the bed. This time, you held an object in hand - a mug of hot chocolate, "the good stuff". The richest, deepest hot chocolate mix money could buy, topped with a dollop of whipped cream, then sprinkled with little chocolate shavings. Kris's favorite.

Carefully, you placed the mug on the nightstand. The figure shifted slightly, but continued snoring.

"I love you, Kris." you whispered. "You'll get through this."

With a heavy heart, you again left the room.